Poems praising snow

Snow falls in the painting hall in the morning. Looking at Kerry with a high shutter, the color is far away.

Full of vitality, light leads to smog, while grass gets cold, and Yu Pei is produced. It should be that the fairy is drunk and presses the white clouds.

There is snow in the sky and trees and flowers on the mountain. Plum blossoms are better than snow, and I think snowflakes are better than plum blossoms.

Plum blossoms should bear plum trees, and snowflakes can fall wherever they want. Don't choose high and low branches, go to windy places and live in windless places.

Even if the wind blows the tree empty, the ground is still the same as the tree. Who was innocent, the next one will float without a trace.

Although plum blossoms can bloom for several days, the feeling of prosperity and decline is different. Didn't you see Meihua Village under Luofu Mountain? There are thorns where the master lies.

Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.

On the fourth day, the north wind brought a heavy snow; The snow that God has given us comes on New Year's Eve, which indicates a bumper harvest in the coming year.

Before the glass half full of wine could be lifted to celebrate, I was still writing Fu Tao in cursive script under the lamp.

Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.

After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.

Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.

The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.

The waves mean a thousand miles of snow, and the peach blossoms are silent. How many people are happy with a pot of wine and a stick?

Spring comes in the snow, and cold plums adorn Qiongzhi. The face is half open and half charming, and the court jade person bathes in new makeup.

Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.

It will be dusk, the snow will dance wildly, and the catkins will float in Ban Mei.

When the river came to Canhua in the evening, the fisherman disappeared.

At the beginning of the evening makeup, there is snow, and the spring palace is filed. The water was blown away by the flute and the song was played again.

Who smells better in spring? Drunk and exhausted. Don't light the candle red when you come back, wait until jathyapple's horseshoe is empty.

Non-caring and light, cold places are better. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world.

Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.

The fairy cut off the water first, so it's too late to go back.

It suddenly fell in the middle of the night, but Dongfeng didn't know it.

There is no fragrance attached to the guest sleeves, which is intended to make up the spring branches.

But I remember the willows in the south of the Yangtze River, and when they were sent away.

It is cold at dusk, windy and snowy.

If you are a spring willow, you should be like a flying catkin.

Tea baked Yao Sheng, drunk in the plain pavilion for the night.

Whispering Shu * * * Mingke, the sky is full of snowflakes.

Joan Ying and Yu Rui fell into the front pool one by one.

When asked where the flowers came from, Dong Jun didn't know.

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.

The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight! This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.

Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

Heron can build bamboo with white spots, and scarlet can dye camellia.

Muddy as cold sleeves, light snow stained with flowers.

Snigger, eyebrow trimming, small steps, oblique feelings.

Slightly teasing the world and the West.

Two kinds of romance, one kind of production. Snowflakes are like plum calyx. Look carefully, it's not snow, it's wind.

Although it is average, it is only high school. Snowflakes are not as thin as plum blossoms. Plum blossoms scatter to empty mountains, and snowflakes wear curtains at will.

To the flowers of Xiaoxue, flying all over Yucheng Yao. Who cut down the laurel tree on the horizon and scattered it to Tian Yao Qiongrui?

Little Niang picked up moths and returned to Xiangmei. If you are drunk today, you will wake up longer.